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Song Soul Of My Soul - Michael Bolton. We may be strangers. We may be worlds apart sometimes. And it's hard to accept. The things we just don't understand, yeah. So blind to each other. We only
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Song Soul Of My Soul - Michael Bolton. We may be strangers. We may be worlds apart sometimes. And it's hard to accept. The things we just don't understand, yeah. So blind to each other. We only
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I’m a new soul I came to this strange world . Hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take. . But since I came here . Felt the joy and the fear . Finding myself making every possible
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I feel Ireland, . In my heart, in my soul, . I feel Ireland, . In my heart, in my soul. Ireland soul. Feeling so high into the sky. World is mine and your fine, . Feel the love in this world, . When
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the real thing. Then I want more from you than flesh and blood So, Soul To Soul. I know how it feels. Between lover to lover (we're gonna be). So, Soul To Soul. Like a magnet to steel. Just like
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we've had our sticky times. We were able to survive, this love is real Soul of my soul, each beat of my heart. You light up my life, let's make a start. Soul of my soul, dream of my dreams. You light
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You came into my life. I don't have to wonder no more, I can feel it all in my soul. (It's soul music). It's deep down in my soul Feel the burn. I can see I got a good foundation deep down in my
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Angels fall to earth. World heats down, cool. Now your heart is cold. Waiting on the summer Of my soul. Of my soul. Of my soul. Of my soul Devil-girl you must burn. Burn at the touch of
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. And I can see you in the dark, oh. . Tonight's the night I she'd my wicked soul. I take it out on you and watch you lose control. Tonight's the night I she'd my. Tonight's the night I she'd my
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One more night. To bear this nightmare. What more do I have to say Crying for me was never worth a tear. My lonely soul is only filled with fear Long hours of loneliness. Between me and the sea
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Somebody told me to vote Conservative. Tragedy is not known under this dimmest of lights. Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay. Was I schooled without direction? Gold against the soul
